I said when we moved to Tunjun Mas that we were to sleep better. That is true, as long as I don’t plant an elbow in Katja’s face during the night. It was not on purpose, I swear.

No harm done, though. Katja can defend herself even in her sleep, and I woke because she was blocking my elbow. Danger averted.

Katja is happy these last mornings. We found instant oatmeal in the supermarket, and she’s had that for breakfast. A water kettle (is that the right term?) in the room for boiling water, then add som bananas and milk for extra taste. We even got approached by an American who wanted to know if Katja had gotten it in the breakfast hall. Hearing our solution he sat down with his previously served eggs, but loudly proclaimed “I eat oatmeal every morning at home. It’s good for lowering your cholesterol.”

From there we did today’s yoga session. It was a nice surprise for us that Bex is to sub most of Les’ classes for the ret of the month. And on the way there we spoke to an Australian guy that we know is from Perth. He has friends who train with our good friend Mike there. We need to find that connection when we get down under. Or is it “even downer underer” since we already are on the Southern Hemisphere? Anyway- this nice gentleman gave us a name for a yoga studio in Perth that we might check out. It’s all a matter of time available between all the fun training we’ll have there with Mike and his crew.

Chicken! Yes, chicken for dinner. We (Katja) had read up on restaurants in the neighborhood and we (Katja) decided we should eat at Luxe Cafe. A cafe that serves French Rotisserie Chicken with lots of side orders and dipping sauces. It was really good. And finally (since I ordered a whole chicken) did I get a serving that left me full and happy.

Then we (I) decided that we should walk back past Frozen Yogi on the way back. Frozen yogi is a Frozen yoghurt place with great flavors. We got introduced to this place by Ida and Espen when we had dinner with them. Now we got a chance to meet the owner as well, a real nice guy. Oh, and if when you go there, make sure you try the Cookie Dough topping. It is home made by his wife.

We are maybe ruining the taxi industry in Ubud. Poor fellas sitting around offering their services and we walk and walk and walk. I have no idea how many Km’s we’ve put behind us, but it sure ain’t few. Maybe not such a bad idea when you order whole chickens and have dessert afterward…

Winding down we walk through the dark streets of Ubud towards our hotel. There is an sudden change in the town when the sun goes down. The traffic almost dies away, the shops are open but with less “fuzz”, and it gets a lot more quiet. The sun is a real heater (shocker!) but it’s only the “sharp” heat that goes away when the sun sets. It is still hot enough to sweat when you go downhill in just shorts and T-shirt. Not that you would understand that if you just watched the locals that are driving motorbikes with gloves, leather jackets and caps.

And Katja looks with longing in her eyes to the things she cannot buy.

 

All is well that ends well. Make sure your day ends well.